#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its